saturday. sunday. monday. funday.

This weekend was:

saturday:

beach party. bonfire. laughing, smiling, photos, running, volleyball, soccer, frisbee, burgers. Grilling, smiling, burning, laughing, acting, practicing. love. twenty of my closest friends. you are all my favorite.

sunday:

driving, driving, driving. mountains, snow, what does the temperature gauge say?, going down, down, down. still too hot to ski. skiing in shorts, skiing in sports bras, skiing with my love, skiing in jackets, too hot. green circle, green circle, blue square, falling down, down, green circle, sunset. cocoa.

monday:

sleeping in, still up by 10. yoga with scott. namaste. break, he to basketball, I to my infinite dust bunnies, war to be waged. vacuum, vacuum, vacuum. Relax. M comes over, then TJ’s. Then Ralphs. Enchiladas. No photos, just us, making dinner…nothing to see…1.5 times a recipe, and still not enough for our hungry, hungry boys. J and S, I cannot believe the amount you consume. Still, leftovers for M and I, for lunches.

skiing, sliding, slipping…

Blue square. This did not go well. It ended with Jeff going down a black diamond, me going down the blue square, and falling down after coming to a full stop because I was so surprised I didn’t barrel down the mountain…

Down from the mountain, on to find downtown…